Sink into the wide expanse of your suffering,
and, allow the white waste of winter wholly inside;
embrace this bleak blankness as a sole offering,
exist within emptiness with perceptions thrown wide.
Measures of such misery are but managed means
to knowledge that awaits past any given end;
endure the seeming infinite alabaster scenes
to discover strength that dread dormancy can lend.
Give yourself over to ev'ry iv'ry-hued sight,
accept chilling saintliness bestowed to your senses,
such sacrifice may deliver redemptive light,
affinity for gazing through frigid fences.
Create your own vow to recall all which you see,
so from your gathered, frozen moments, you will bring,
like a shivering lunatic's pale prophecy,
word that Winter will pass with the promise of Spring